(this is an entry in my 'blog' - actually an ongoing freewrite tale of paranoia and toast)
http://macrossrdf.port5.com/Pages/20...2005-06-02.htm
"The night air was biting cold." J. Kem continued his intriguing story, "The icy razors calmly sliced into him through his thin, plaid pajamas. The walk to the farm was a surprisingly long one. His numb hands were barely clutching the massive steak knifes he had taken to carve up the animal. He had no idea how to kill a large cow with a knife, but it had to be done. He wondered if all of the cows were sleeping, and how easily they woke from sleep. He had heard rural tales of cow tipping, but had never really believed the accounts. When he finally crept into the moonlit field, he was pleased to see the cows completely motionless. Dark lumps along the field's flat silhouette. It was difficult to locate the white cow, even though all of the others were a dark brown in color.
He decided to slit its throat, hoping that the animal would drop quickly and without much noise. The knives he had were amazingly sharp. He walked right up to the white cow and with one swipe, cut so deep, the knife nearly jerked out of his hand. The cow's eyes and mouth bulged wide. It stared at him motionless as its life ebbed from it. In moments it toppled to the ground.
He made his way back home, leaving a trail of thick red behind him. He had no concept of punishment for this act, all he could think about was the machine that would soon come to life.
He went out to the garage and finished assembling the contraption he had been instructed to build."
